Don't look away!
Predict your target's moves!
If you all do that, you'll block off every last one of his escape routes!
We're going on our fourth month of training,
and more and more students are showing promise.
Yuma Isogai and Hiroto Maehara.
They've got great reflexes,
and when they work as a pair, their knives hit the mark more often now.
Karma Akabane.
He seems like the evasive, meandering type at first glance,
but there's great mischief in those eyes.
Tch!
And the girls:
Hinata Okano's unpredictable movement born of her gymnastics background,
and Meg Kataoka, with a reach and momentum to rival the boys'.
These traits make them stand out as attackers.
And Koro Sensei, the very model of an ideal teacher.
To kill such a man of character would be unthinkable!
Don't be making up thoughts for me.
Get lost, target!
Although no other students have distinguished themselves,
overall their talent has come quite a long way.
Ow...
Sorry!
Put a little too much oomph into my block there.
Oh, I-I'm fine.
Dummy! You gotta keep an eye on him!
Nagisa Shiota...
The strange presence I just felt-- was that my imagination?
Man, I just can't hit him!
Mr. Karasuma has, like, zero chinks.
Sir! Come out for snacks with us after class!
I appreciate the invite, but I still have work to do.
No chinks in his private life, either.
It's more like there's a wall between him and us,
like he's keeping his distance.
He takes good care of us and all,
but is that only because he has to?
Yo, Karasuma!
Takaoka!
A new teacher?
Hey! I'm Akira Takaoka,
"Ministry of Defense Special Forces" "Akira Takaoka" and I'll be assisting Karasuma as of today!
"Ministry of Defense Special Forces" "Akira Takaoka" Nice to meet you, E Class!
Stand up, bow, lock on!
Stand up, bow, lock on! Oh, yeah
Sensei! Target on
The more the potential, the bigger the hassle
Our dropout mentality goes beyond the extraordinary
We looked like we were nodding off, hidden knives in hand
Stand up, bow, lock on!
Let it go and someone's sure to take care of it
We thought it was someone else's problem... and yet
Mr. Teacher, tell us
Will we, still incomplete
Be able to shoot through
The invincible target that's you?
As long as we keep trying, the odds are 50/50
Mr. Teacher, look at us
Lost in so many ways
For you more than anyone else
Studying like a house on fire
Our bloodlust alone is our message to you
A self- (let's go) reliant (all out)
Revolution
Oh, yeah! Sensei! Target on
"Episode 13: Talent Time"
What's all this?
Cake!
And éclairs from Le Hermès!
Are you sure? They look so pricey...
Go on, eat up! I emptied out my wallet for this, so don't hold back!
You sure know your brand-name sweets.
Honestly, when it comes to me and sugar,
it's love!
So cute for such a big guy...
So will you be taking over phys ed tomorrow?
Yep! Orders from headquarters. Gotta lessen Karasuma's load, so--
Caaake...
Oh, you must be Koro Sensei! Eat, eat!
We'll still end up killing you.
For colleagues, you and Mr. Karasuma are like night and day.
You're like a neighborhood dad!
Dad! I like that!
We're in the same classroom, so that makes us family, right?
"The Next Day"
Great--the gang's all here!
Now, things could start getting a little tough,
but I'll have more delicious treats for you when it's all over!
And you're not just saying that because you want to eat them?
Gotta keep my figure!
And you're fine with this? He comes across as awfully forced.
And Karma's cutting his class entirely.
We were in the airborne brigade together.
I understand he's a far better instructor than I.
He's got a good grip on his students' hearts.
That ought to go far in training.
Maybe I was going about this the wrong way.
Rather than drawing a line and connecting to them as a professional,
perhaps his method of relating to them like family would...
Now, then!
Along with your new training regimen
"Training" comes a new schedule!
"Training" No way!
"Training" Ten periods?
"Training" Training until 9 at night?
But of course! Following this curriculum
will boost your abilities by leaps and bounds.
--Let's get to work! --Hey, wait a minute! This is impossible!
With so little time for learning, our grades'll plummet!
And no free time, either? We can't do this!
"We can't," nothing. You will.
It's like I said: we're a family, and I'm the dad.
Show me a family that doesn't do as the dad says.
If you want to sit out, sit out.
I'll use my authority to bring in new students to replace you.
But I don't want to have to do that.
After all, you're my precious family.
A father doesn't want to lose a single one of his children.
Let's save the world together, kids--as a family!
You need only two things to win over your students:
affection and fear.
Well? You're coming along with your old dad, right?
W-Well...
I, um...
I don't want to. I prefer Mr. Karasuma's class.
Kanzaki!
Seems you still don't understand. The only answer here is "yes."
If that's a problem, we can talk it out with our fists.
That's one of your old dad's specialties!
Takaoka, stop!
Are you all right? Does your neck hurt?
I'm okay.
And you, Maehara?
Y-Yeah, fine.
I'm going easy on them, Karasuma. After all, they're my family.
No,
they're not your family--they're my students.
Koro Sensei!
Just what have you been up to while my back was turned?
Got a problem, monster? Phys ed is my class to run.
And these punishments fall well within the bounds of education.
I don't have much time to train up these assassins to kill you--
of course I need to be tough on them.
And so what if I am? Just because your views on education differ,
is that any reason to attack a man who never did you any harm?
He'll wind up crushing those students.
It looks all wrong to me, but he has his own ideas about education...
That's why, Mr. Karasuma, as a fellow phys ed teacher,
I'd like you to shut him down.
Me? Shut him down?
It must really grind your gears, Karasuma,
me stealing away your students like this.
You were the best in our brigade, never paying any heed
to what I could do.
And now I've snatched away your chance at the ultimate promotion.
Let half these kids be crushed to smithereens.
If I train the rest into fierce assassins and kill that octopus,
I'll be the hero-training hero-- and you'll be at my beck and call!
Th-This isn't funny!
Three hundred squats? We'll die!
Mr. Karasuma!
Hey, now!
Karasuma's not part of our family. Punishment time.
This is what happens to kids who don't rely on their dad alone!
That's enough. If you want to get violent, get violent with me.
I figured it was about time for you to stick your nose in, Karasuma...
And about time for me to go there.
It's like I said: this isn't violence, it's education.
I don't want to engage with you through violence.
If we do face off, it'll be as teachers.
Choose the best of the students you've trained, Karasuma.
They can fight me, and if their knife so much as touches me,
I'll concede that your style of education is better than mine
and take my leave.
But we won't be using these old things.
No, you'll be killing me... and that means
you'll need the real thing.
A real knife?
Enough! They're neither trained nor prepared to kill a human!
Relax--stopping just before contact will count as a hit.
And I'm barehanded. What more of a handicap do you want?
This trick worked wonders in the military, too.
Unarmed, I'd beat down a terrified new recruit
holding a knife for the first time.
Everyone there saw how much I outranked them
and became my faithful devotees.
Well, Karasuma? Pick one!
It's that, or obey me unconditionally!
I still don't know.
Do we really not need his no-mercy approach
when training assassins to save the world?
I've been nothing but unsure ever since I got here.
And now: should I be exposing to danger
a student with a hint of potential?
Nagisa... will you do it?
Wait, why Nagisa?
As someone charged with an assassination mission to save the Earth,
I consider you all fellow professionals.
And as such, the very least compensation you deserve
is the guarantee of a normal junior-high life.
So there's no need to force yourself to take this knife.
I'll make every effort to have Takaoka
continue to provide you that compensation.
I like this man's eyes.
None of my family members would look me in the eye like this.
There must be a lot they're keeping from us.
I don't even know why he chose me.
But...
If he's the one handing me the knife, I know I can trust him.
And I can't forgive what happened to Kanzaki and Maehara.
I'll do it.
Your eyes must be going bad, Karasuma.
What the hell is Karasuma doing, picking Nagisa?
Just watch. You'll see.
You think Nagisa's knife'll hit?
No way. A real knife against a real pro?
Nagisa!
Bring it on!
A public execution!
I dodge all his attacks, then torment him endlessly.
The students will be so afraid,
they'll come right around to my way of teaching.
Now listen: for Takaoka, this is combat,
meant to serve as a warning.
But for you, it's an assassination.
You don't need to show your strength. Just make contact once.
One time, and you can win.
He'll have realized what it means to be holding a knife...
"Stab a person with a real knife and they'll die! I can't use this!"
I love seeing a rank amateur go pale when that dawns on him!
I wasn't too sure how to move with a real knife in my hand.
I remembered Mr. Karasuma's advice:
That's right--I don't have to fight him to win.
I just need to kill him.
"I just need to kill him." I just need to kill him.
So with a smile on my face,
I walked right up to him.
Completely normal, like walking to school.
That's when Mr. Takaoka first realized
he was about to be killed.
Startled, he lost his balance.
Everyone startles when they're about to be killed.
Even Koro Sensei.
With his center of balance shifted to the back,
I grab his shirt, pull him down,
and go in for the kill.
He can block a blow from the front,
so I circle around behind him, and sure enough--
Gotcha.
Holy hell... he's exceeded my every expectation!
You would never find that kind of talent in everyday life!
The talent to hide his bloodlust on his approach,
to use that bloodlust to frighten his foe,
to be so self-assured in going through with it all!
That chill I felt during training...
What if that had been a real assassination?
He doesn't have a knack for combat or for violence--
that's a knack for assassination!
Should I even encourage that kind of talent?
Oops! Was I not supposed to use the back of my knife?
That's enough!
That's the match, Mr. Karasuma.
Honestly, are you out of your mind, giving a real knife to a student?
What if he'd hurt himself?
--You did it, Nagisa! --You'd have been in there at Mach speed to patch him up.
--Oh, thank goodness! --You'd have been in there at Mach speed to patch him up.
--That's a big deal! --But still...
You sure know your way around a knife!
Nah, I just did what Mr. Karasuma told me. Mr. Takaoka is tough.
Ow!
What was that for?!
Sorry. I kinda didn't believe that was you.
But thanks! That assassination was a total rush!
Stabbing that knife with a smile, and then that "Gotcha"?
You were pretty lost out there today, weren't you, Mr. Karasuma.
What's wrong with that?
Oh, nothing.
You brats...
Turning on your father figure and rejoicing in some fluke victory?!
Again!
I'll tear you in two--body and soul!
If we fought again, I'd lose for sure.
But what's plain to see
is that Koro Sensei is our teacher,
and Mr. Karasuma is our training instructor.
And that's final.
You and your forced father-figure role
don't come across half as warm
as Mr. Karasuma and his professionalism.
We're grateful you really tried to make us stronger...
But I'm sorry. Please leave.
Wait--what am I?
You're our bitch.
You're dead.
A teacher's happiest moment
is when a student gives a clear answer to your own lesson
of which you yourself are unsure.
And Mr. Karasuma...
--I'm not gonna stand here
--a teacher must give a clear answer in response as well. --and listen to this brat spoutin' off!
I apologize for the trouble my colleague caused.
Don't worry about what comes next.
I'll negotiate with my superiors to resume my teaching position.
Mr. Karasuma!
You think I'll let you get one over on me like that? I'll--
There's no need to negotiate.
Principal Asano!
I was curious as to how our newest teacher was doing
and saw the whole thing.
Mr. Takaoka, your lesson was a joke.
Yes, fear is a must in education.
But a teacher who can only instill fear through violence
is a teacher of the lowest order indeed.
B-But... I--
Your walking papers.
The Ministry of Defense has no hiring rights here.
I call the shots around here. And don't you forget it.
Dammit, dammit, dammit, dammit, dammit, dammit...
Damn it all to hell!
Takaoka got fired?
So it's back to Mr. Karasuma again?
Hooray!
He's as confident as ever in his views on education.
What if...
If he said he wanted to be an assassin when he grew up,
would you still be able to train him-- with zero hesitation?
He may not realize it, but he has what it takes.
That's a tricky one, to be sure...
But I think every teacher has doubts.
We secretly wonder if we're giving them our best answers,
but we must keep a cool head in front of our students,
ever majestic, never letting them see us waver.
And that's why teaching is such a great profession!
Mr. Karasuma?
Since it was us students who got your phys ed job back,
don't you think we should get some kind of reward?
Yeah! That's one thing Mr. Takaoka was great at!
I don't know much about sweets. Here, get something you--
Yesss!
Let me in on that reward, too!
Huh? What for?
You didn't even do much this time around!
No, no, no! I watched in silent contemplation
so Mr. Karasuma could learn the value of being a teacher!
Never mind him. Let's go! C'mon, Mr. Karasuma!
I might be getting a little stuck on this place--
and the fun of training people despite my doubts.
--He's coming after us on his hands and knees! --Just how badly does he want it?!
Please, please, please, please, please--
The sun shines, leaving a red afterimage
On the backs of closed eyelids
With notebook and pen in my leather bag
C'mon, let's go walking
I draw and I draw
But they don't get any neater
There's nothing wrong with the paint I've chosen
I still remember the shooting star
I saw last night--I was waiting for...
Hello, shooting star
Hello, shooting star again
She's been waiting
That dreaming girl has been here
All this time, ah ah
Just like she was that day, ah ah
Shine again